Men Who Are Whores

You inspire me, whereas you use me.

Art.

Art and craft.

The chase must have been such a thrill.

And you're done because you're bored or disinterested or whatever.

Your body doesn't feel the same anymore.

Something's changed.

We're no longer making love, you're fucking me. 

Fuck fuck fuck, how did I get here.

Fuck me, then fuck me over.

So predictable.

You're done? I'm not even close to being there yet! 

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

Sex.

Come, I let you in.

Just so you can shut down immediately after.

Your lack of any sort of integrity no longer surprises me, nothing surprises me anymore.

How did I get here? What did I do to deserve this? I do not know. But I'm so used to it. It's one goddamn loop.

I want to hold you, tell you everything you make me feel.

Even though it won't have any effect on you, your walls are back up again.

But I want to.

I want to tell you everything I have in my heart.

And when I'm done I want to kiss you goodbye, hoping secretly you won't let me go.

Even though you will.

You seek attention like a child, everything is just a facade.

Baby, you may be a star and everything fancy but you ain't no lover. 

You're just another whore. 

Existential Crises and Other Demons

The blue in your hair is starting to fade,

There are shadows under your eyes.

Your beauty is on the inside, you tell them.

But who's listening?

When did it Stop Making Sense?

Why has it stopped making sense? 

Plug in and play, girl.

That's the only thing you can do. 

Fight fire with fire, but always remember that you're only a little girl and the world is a big bad wolf.

You can't tame it, only protect yourself.

Dinner's getting cold.

You're no longer stoned.

And in some cases, wanted.